This is Gerta. Sara was the first to open her eyes upon the world yesterday. Today all but Bea are peeking. They're not barking at loud, sudden noises yet although woofs and grrrs are heard among all the squeaks. And they appear to be ever more curious about other things to taste besides momma.
Let me tell you when you're holding a little one and it leans over and licks and sucks your chin... well, if you don't melt there's something seriously wrong and you should without hesitation get in to see a cardiologist.
I promised my friends Kim and Mark I'd do these about a year ago. Finally finished. Thanks for your patience guys. For those of you who don't know them their exploits can be followed here: Samhain Cardigans Blog
Kismet. Although it's going to be interesting what his reaction will be to "Holy Shit!" since those were the first words I said when I saw him in the dog run. 13 oz. at birth, gained .5 as of today.
Karma. 10 oz. yesterday. 11 today. The fairies gave her a special black kiss on top of her head.
Bea. Short for Luck Be a Lady. 10.5 at birth. 11 today. Guess who thinks she's the princess?
Mojo Jojo. I think his first words would have been "Excuse me Momma, you need to push a little harder. Now please if you don't mind." Such a polite boy. 10 oz. then. 10.5 now.
Sara. Short for Serendipity. Dipity works too with the splash on the ears. The biggest girl at 11.5 oz yesterday and 12.5 oz. today.
Gerta. Bear with me on this one but you try to find enough luck names for so many girls. Gerta is pretty close to the phonetic pronunciation of Goethe, who said: "Only by joy and sorrow does a person know anything about themselves and their destiny. They learn what to do and what to avoid." So she's Gerta aka Knowing Destiny. I know. I know. Sorry Gerta. Anyway, she was 11 oz. yesterday and is holding strong.
I couldn't be more pleased with this experience. If only all births went so well.
Lucky is right!! Celie's temp was never less than 100º (when there was a thermometer up her butt anyway ;-)).
So I get home from work. Sophia is sick and staying home. I take the other two to school. Come back and check on Sophia. She's feeling better so we decide to have breakfast. Thomas had taken Celie's temp earlier this morning and I know she's been out already and had her breakfast. But while I'm sipping coffee she barks at me to go out. So I let her outside along with her "sisters" Rogue and Pan. I go back inside and get on the phone. Half an hour later and they're barking, barking, barking. "My dogs must see something." I go out to let them in. "Holy shit!!!" There's a little black boy squeaking in the middle of the dog run!! Best guess this one was born at about 10:15. No sooner get her in the whelping box and blue girl at 10:30, then 2nd blue girl at 10:45. Then Celie decided to take her time... at 11:45 I checked her... "Oh shit!" Literally. Meconium coming out with baby deep inside. Off to the vet methinks and quick. But she was pushing within 10 minutes. Breech and sac broke but writhing like crazy and trying to catch his breath. Then came 2 black girls.
I think she's done.
She's such a good momma. She is sleeping now but during labor she kept looking at me as if to say "OH!!! So that's what was in there!! Cool!! I love them!!"
Note, I had planned on going out to take care of some errands today. Thank you Sophia for being sick. And turning out to be the best little doula. She says, "I'm so glad I was sick today!!"